Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Stockholm Monsters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Charles Mingus,
Zapp,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
Supertramp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kayak,
Anakelly,
Stiv Bators,
X-102,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minor Threat,
Slick Rick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radio Birdman,
Pagans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Althea and Donna,
Brass Construction,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
a-ha,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
Thompson Twins,
Unwound,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Max Romeo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
The Fuzztones,
Yazoo,
Peter and Kerry,
ABBA,
Robert Wyatt,
Lower 48,
Funkadelic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.